Chapter 797: The night is too long

Zhou Qingfeng didn't know who he was hitting because his head was directly hit by a bullet with a four or five caliber.
The people of the Qingxiang Tuan were born in Malay, and they fled when they heard the gunshots. They did not show any fighting power.
If you think about it for a few years, a handful of bottom-level officers of the Kwantung Army walked alone and occupied the entire northeast. A few Japanese soldiers picked a plaster flag to grab a county in North China.
It's really uncomfortable.
Also on the road to the law-robbing court yesterday, the crowds of excited men who are ready to watch the decapitation, especially the women, are reminding one thing.
This country and nation are sinking, and it is not easy to transform it.
"Ah, I'm not a great man, what do you think?"
Zhou Qingfeng turned around and said to Ma Ying and others: "Don't be stunned, follow me to catch a few captives and find out where this group of people came from? Who is the commander?"
The Bailai people of the Qingxiang Tuan ran out of two or three hundred meters and stopped. Many people were breathless after being tired.
The first time these scholars did this, they were excited and surprised, holding a gun, and followed closely behind Zhou Qingfeng like a fox. The Qingxiang Tuan looked at them with "many crowds" and was frightened to run away, but they couldn't run away.
According to the captives, they came from Changsha County. The leader was the fruit party officer in the county, and the manpower was temporarily summoned in the nearby village. So as soon as the officer died, the others fled immediately.
As for the situation in Changsha City, the prisoners were completely unclear. They didn't even know that Zhou Qingfeng and his group had guns, so that they stupidly hit the iron plate.
"This is the consequence of poor communication, unclear investigation, and poor command. If you change me, you will definitely send someone to contact the village to find out the situation. The dead person has already paid the price, and you have to learn a lesson."
Zhou Qingfeng seized the opportunity to engage in on-site education, stunned Ma Ying and others. The latter is only a dozen or twenty years old, and is not afraid of sacrifice, but the experience of struggle is really lacking.
It was dark again, and it was really inconvenient to drive at night, and nine people could only continue to live. After a survey during the day, it was determined that the village chief was a villain for the tiger. According to Ma Ying and others, this person should be shot.
"Since you are going to be shot, don't waste it. Let's have a trial conference."
Zhou Qingfeng started out in this world by playing this hand, used to gather people's hearts and unify his thoughts, with excellent results. But he did not take action, only made suggestions, let Ma Ying and Fu Fengjun and others discuss it by themselves.
In order to let these young revolutionaries grow up quickly, Zhou Qingfeng simply fired the gun. He himself said that he would patrol and set off outside the village, and he would let things go in the village.
Walking out of the village, the field is breezy with a breeze. In March and April, the temperature is quite cold at night. Outside the village, there was no movement except for the sound of crickets and frogs.
The mountains are connected and spread to the mountains. Ditches were laid and irrigated hundreds of acres. Now there are many night blindness, and if the party's grassroots enthusiasm is poor, the big troops will not be dispatched in the dark. The village was most worried about bandits.
Zhou Qingfeng was sitting by Tian Hang, breathing deeply with his chest and lungs stretched. He held an ‘old sleeve’ in his hand, opened the accessory box of the stock, and found out the tools to maintain the firearm.
This is the best one among the seized firearms. It can drive bullets into a circle with a diameter of ten centimeters at a distance of 100 meters. Changed to sniper terminology, called precision is about 4~5moa, which is pretty good at present.
There is no single-shot rifle in Zhou Qingfeng’s equipment. The firepower he brings is too strong and too heavy for individual soldiers. It is good to make an assault when he is caught in a heavy circle, but the ammunition is consumed too quickly.
A 250-round bullet chain is quite cool, but weighs nearly six kilograms. In addition, the m1919a4 heavy machine gun is 14 kilograms. There are actually only two elastic chains in the tote bag. The rest are two or three hundred rounds of submachine gun and pistol ammunition.
Although the "old sleeve" has many shortcomings, it is also a firepower that can be fired at a distance of 200 meters. Used well, it's okay to hit upright. Ammunition is not universal and can only be seized.
After the maintenance is completed, the empty magazine must be reloaded. Individual soldiers are taboo about throwing out magazines, which are usually collected. Otherwise, without the magazine, the firearm might as well be a fire stick.
Zhou Qingfeng sat at the edge of the field and pressed a bullet. He heard footsteps coming from the direction of the village. Someone held a torch and approached along the field. He started to remind: "Be careful, don't step on He Miao."
Coming here is Fu Fengjun, a young woman of young age who is a talented student of Western oil painting. She was looking away, only to realize that the grass under her feet was not weeds, and retracted carefully.
"Brother Zhou." Fu Fengjun found Zhou Qingfeng, tilted the torch down diagonally, and also sat beside Tian Kan, "What are you doing?"
In terms of age, Zhou Qingfeng is similar to Fu Fengjun. But he was brave and powerful, and he was so fierce, and with the help of life-saving grace, he was justified to call him "big brother".
"Press the bullet."
"Can you teach me?"
"This is simple."
Find a pistol magazine and give Fu Fengjun a bullet and let her press it in one by one.
"Brother Zhou, did you come back from abroad?"
"Why think so?"
"You are strong and tall, tall and tall, few Chinese like you."
"Then you are wrong, I am a native of China."
Lest Fu Fengjun continue to ask, Zhou Qingfeng had to ask her in turn, "Why don't you preside over the trial conference in the village?"
"With Ma Ying, I can't help. Besides, listening to the complaints of the poor people, I feel uncomfortable." Fu Fengjun sighed long.
Oh... I forgot that this young woman is from a big family, a real class of big landlords. She can betray her family and stay alive, it is really rare.
In Uncle Zhou's words, a red hot iron swayed in front of him, so he had to surrender.
Fu Fengjun continued to sigh: "In the province, if one bucket of grain is to be levied, the county will have to add two buckets, and the village will have to add more. The poor grow their own food, but they don't have to eat it.
I've seen their food, but I can't see any meat in them. I can only eat some sweet potato grains, even salt. If you encounter a year of natural disasters, you will either flee the famine or sell your children.
In addition to food requisitions, there are loan sharks.
There are people in the county township who come to lend money. What is "seven out of thirteen" and the high interest is scary. But when the green and yellow are not received, the farmers have to borrow, otherwise they will starve to death.
If you can't get food or loan, you will be caught and copied in the county. I have heard of these things. But those poor people said it in person, but it was not a taste in their hearts. It's really miserable. "
"You're not a taste, I don't even have a taste in my heart." Zhou Qingfeng's heart was filled with fire. "I saw that you were taken to the execution ground, and when I saw Ma Shuchun and Ma Zhichun's sisters beheaded, I knew I couldn't watch it.
Good luck, I saved. But at this moment, how many benevolent people failed to survive? I just hate myself for being so weak and unable to do anything. "
At the end, Zhou Qingfeng raised his head and raised his chest, and shouted in the wilderness: "This dark night is too long, really too long. We paid too much!"